This is the warning...I warned you baby
Back of the liqueur store bout to blaze this joint
Got some dice in my hand
My man says six is your point
Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller
Take the money then I run son
Im a lover and a killer
This is the warning...I warned you baby
I feel like god and the devil
Im a saint
Im a sinner
Im a hard rocking
Hard headed
Hard sick summer winner
Im a kush blazing
Bush chasing
Product of the city
And I aint asking for your love
And I dont want your pity
So girl dont talk about me shitty
Dont act all high and ditty
If your man keep playing me funny
Imma come take all his money
And leave him holy from this blessing
With my four pound smith and Wesson
Better watch out who youre stressing
Fuck around youll learn your lesson
This is the warning...I warned you baby
Back of the liqueur store trying to break these chumps
Bunch of heads in a circle, daddys handing out lumps
Trying to shake these bones
Im trying to get these shoes
But yo they all think Whiteys cheating
Cause tonight I cant lose.
They wanna take my funds
But Imma blaze my guns
Were burning sensations
And heart palpitations
Why you breathing so heavy
While your palms are sweaty
And if you thinking bout a stick move
Word to god you aint ready
This is the warning...I warned you baby
|
